A quote...just another quote...

an excerpt from a great book that I'm currently reading...it's called A History of The World in 10 1/2 Chapters'

Not merely hope, but any burdensome yearning: ambition, hatred, love (especially love) - how rarely do our emotions meet the object they seem to deserve ? How hopelessly we signal; how dark the sky; how big the waves. We are all lost at sea, washed between hope and despair, hailing something that may never come to rescue us. Catastrophe has become art; but this is no reducing progress. It is freeing, enlarging, explaining. Catastrophe has become art: that is, after all, what it is for.

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true ? you decide...